I've Been Tagged

Vivi from Dispatches from France has tagged me. This is a blessing, as I am just back from Paris and am quantifying everything that has happened (all good to fabulous, believe me). So I can pause and be "It" and respond to her tag, then later post about Paris once I am a bit more organized (read: showered, shaved, shopped and ship-shape). So, Tag! I'm It!

1. Total amount of music files on your computer?

Not much, actually. I am a Luddite when it comes to mpegs and such, and have burned exactly four cd's in my whole existence on this earth. And I do not have an iPod, though I am watching the reasons for getting one get more and more compelling. So from what my iTunes tells me, I have 475 MB of music on my computer. Not much, didn't I tell you? Much of it is experimental downloads from this one DJ's website, James Lauer. He has some great mixes and downloads are huge but free! Great trance/dance house stuff.


2. The last CD you bought was...
....erm, Massive Attack, Mezzanine. Marla, my music goddess, was driving me around in her tricked out VR6 Jetta "staywag" and this incredible music was playing and it was Massive Attack. So I bought it and now when I hear it I think of loungey bars and mellow candelight and Marla's superhip not-your-mamma's station wagon racing Jetta.


3. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message?
Oh dear, pretentious moment coming. Do forgive me, but it is the last music that I can name that I remember hearing in the past few days.
So, (she says, leaning forward and tossing her hair back, taking a virtual philosophical puff on her Gitanes, squinting intellectually, her black turtleneck snowflaked with tiny bits of ash), there I was at the L'Ilot Vache, a tiny little restaurant on the Ile Saint Louis, Paris. As I tucked into my avocado terrine with blah blah sauce and balsamic blah blah coulis, and sipped my Cotes Du Rhone, the somber yet hauntingly beautiful sound of Mozart's Requiem floated down to me from the ceiling thru the candlelight. All around me were flowers, ancient perfectly decaying walls, antique porcelain and, for some unknown but charmingly French reason, portraits of cows. People sat, two by two, all deeply immersed in the moment and the flavors as the amazing food flowed calmly from the kitchen.
I gazed deeply into my dining companion's eyes, and in a meaningful tone of voice, said, "Dude!. Can you fucking believe we are here in Paris and eating this amazing food and this is my life right now??? " Karen replied "Yeah, wild isn't it?"


4. Write down five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.

Note: I rarely listen to just one song, I am a mood-music person and so this list is really just stuff that pops into my head right now.

"Sinner", Neil Finn. It's just beautiful and it's about taking the moment as it comes.
"Tainted Love", Soft Cell. The one song I can sing to convincingly and (mostly) in key.
"Days Go By", Dirty Vegas. The big hit song summer of 2002 when I left Austin, it's sort of monumental to that time and so painfully nostalgic that it can hurt to listen to it. "Days go by and still I think of you".....all my friends that I miss so much.
"Closer", NIN. Hey, it rocks, it's raunchy and it never fails to get me off my ass and moving.
"Nothin' To Say", Seaman's Quartet. A small well known (are they still together?) Austin band, I know them thru friends, but this one song always rocks my world. Lyrical, harmonic and good rock n roll.


5. What 3 people are you going to pass this baton to and why?

Karla May, because she is my music guru.
Dave at Blogography, though I think he has already done it, so is excused if I am asking for redundancy.
Bookhart, who does not have a blog, but can respond as a comment, because she is my other musical guru.